The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 3: Unexpected Ally…

Lyla

For a moment, nobody moved.

Then slowly, Darius released me, his expression shifting from arrogance to unease.

“Who the hell was that?” he muttered glancing in the direction of the growl.

I didn’t answer.

I didn’t know who he was either but I felt a strange pull towards him, a sense of safety I hadn’t felt in years.

My eyes drifted to where he was across the room but he was no longer there.

I turned around frantically, searching for him in the crowd, but I couldn’t find him.

He was just here a few seconds ago.

The cruel laughter from the boys reminded me of my current dilemma.

One of the boys suddenly yelped and pointed to my legs – I flushed in embarrassment as they laughed again.

It was my warm juices… I was so horny that I could feel every underwear I had on, soaked.

I closed my eyes, trying to block everyone out.

My body was just reacting to having plenty of men around me at the same time.

“What’s the matter, Lyla?” feeling a little… needy?” Darius taunted me as he stepped closer again.

“I bet you’d do anything to make this stop, wouldn’t you?”

My breath hitched.

I could feel my heat intensifying.

Darius’ voice – the manly scent of the men around me… gosh! It was driving me crazy, making my skin burn and my thoughts blur.

It was as though every nerve in my body was on fire and my senses were overwhelmed by the unbearable desire coursing through my veins.

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I moaned loudly, clamping my legs together as the scent of my high arousal hung heavy in the air.

Right now, that didn’t matter, I just wanted to take care of the pressure building inside me.

“Come on,” Darius sneered, leaning in closer.

“Why don’t you just beg us? We might take pity on you, mutt.

”

my

twisted flicker

craved for any touch, any relief, even

my breath ragged and

peak yet but the heat was too much and my mind was fogged by the need that

friends jeered, their taunts mingling with

at her,” one of

“She can barely stand.

Pathetic.

”

ran his

opened my mouth as he inserted his finger inside it, tears burned in my eyes –

tongue up

sympathy as he turned to his

do anything to make

right, Lyla? Do

them before he could finish speaking, stumbling as I tried to

could feel eyes on me, could hear mocking laughter chasing me but I

thought was to get away, to

with a solid wall of muscle and

looked up, an apology on my lips but the words died in my

the

gaze locked onto mine with a mix

striking – tall, broad-shoulders, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit – an indication of power and

the room as everyone turned

could feel their stares and a

signet on the third

leader, but not just any Lycan

the White Moon

I realized the gravity of the

before the most powerful man in my world, with the scent of my arousal in his

expecting a

the punishment for uncontrolled

shame that could bring

leader’s eyes were intense, a deep amber that seemed to see right

condemnation, his gaze held something

me up

his voice sending shivers through my already hypersensitive

his hand warm against my arm and my breath

– I’m fine,” I stammered but my body

me, stronger than before

him, my vision blurring as desire

caught me, his grip was

I could feel the hard planes of his chest against mine, I could smell the intoxicating mix of his scent – earthy, wild and

and found his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that

Time seemed to slow.

the whispers and the judgment fading into the background as I and the Lycan leader stood locked in this strange,

flash of something raw and primal crossing